The Lost Pack
I tease.
“I don’t sniff,” he protests.
“You do,” Ryder, Remy, and Callen reply in perfect unison.
Before Parker can argue, the front door opens, and my heart leaps into my throat as Poppy’s cheerful voice shouts, “Hello.”
She walks in wearing a bright sundress and cute sandals. She is so pretty, just like our mum. She looks at me as if she hasn’t seen me in years. Then her eyes flick to the four men flanking me, and she raises her brows.
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